“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable.
It opens your chest and it opens up your heart
and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up
all these defenses, you build up a whole suit
of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different
from any other stupid person, wanders
into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for
it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you
or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes
hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and
leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should
be just friends' turns into a glass splinter
working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not
just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real
gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain...”

Hunter had already tasted major success with popular and rhythm and
blues audiences with songs such as "I
Almost Lost My Mind". He moved to
Atlantic Records
by 1954, and around that time wrote "Since I Met You Baby."

The song, a
12-bar blues, was described by
Allmusic critic
Steve Huey as "a masterpiece of smooth, bluesy elegance" and "decidedly
removed from the tide of raucous rock & roll sweeping the country." In
fact, compared to many of the other uptempo, rock-beat songs of the
period, the song was "augmented by a wordless vocal choir (supervised by
Ray Ellis who also
did the orchestral arrangement) that's strongly reminiscent of
traditional pop recordings of the period," wrote Huey.
Saxophonist Jesse Powell provided the harmony on the second verse.[1][2]

Because of your Typhoon
newsletter, that has previously alerted all of your readers to
Jamey's medical and fiscal needs in the past, Polly Norris Davis - '65) and
I have been helping Jamey and getting to know her more personally and
seeing just how great her needs are. Thank you for making us aware.

It is now my request to ask for financial assistance from our classmates
and your readers as we try to provide Jamey with improvements for her
driveway so that she can maneuver her motorized wheelchair outdoors
without getting stuck in the ground or thrown from her chair. Jamey
wishes to fill in the center of the driveway and because of her home
being located in Hilton, she must use brick to accomplish the project or
it will not be approved.

I have measured the area and priced the brick paving stone. She will
need 288 sq. feet of the brick and that will cost $655.44 retail at
Lowe's. She will also need 3 yards of crushed stone and 1 yard of sand
which I have not priced yet. I am seeking to have the Peninsula Baptist
Summer Youth Work Camp take this on as a mission project in July. This
could hold down the cost for labor if the city and the community will
allow them to do the work. If not, we will need to purchase the labor
from a contractor.

I have permission to set up an account at my church, Parkview Baptist Church, to
receive any contributions and also to afford us sales tax exempt status
when purchasing the materials from this account. An additional 5%
discount will be afforded by using the church credit card when making
the purchase. You may also deduct the contribution that you make on your
income tax returns.

I am seeking contributions now to make this mission a reality. This is a
real need. Jamey's quality of life would be enhanced by this improvement
to her home and yard. She is an amputee and is completely dependent on
her wheelchair for mobility.

Anyone wishing to contribute to this project is asked to make a check
out to Parkview Baptist Church and mail it to Malcolm and Polly Davis at
118 Cindy Circle, Newport News, Va. 23602. I will turn the checks over
to the church and keep everyone informed, through your news letter, of
the running balance of the contributions received and their ultimate
disposition. The names of those who contribute will be kept private and
I am hoping that enough individuals will be willing to contribute at
least $10.00 so we can raise enough to complete the job even if we have
to hire a contractor to install the bricks. Please note on the check
that this is for the "Jamey Bacon Mission Project."

Here are some pictures of the driveway in its present condition.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Thank you all for considering this
request for assistance. Your participation will be a blessing for Jamey
and she is grateful for your concern always.

I'm kind of glad that
Diana
(Lyons Harty - Portsmouth
HS, NH / Eastlake
HS, CA - '05)
of MA)took a turn for the worse
this weekend. I had considered arranging a sitter to stay with the
family so I could go do caricatures at the Boston marathon.

My plan was
to take the train in to Boylston Street and find one of the businesses
there that would let me set up near the crowd so I could catch everyone
as they finished the marathon. So in other words, right where a couple
of bombs went off. I'm really glad I stayed home to take care of my
sweetheart.

If
Adrienne
(Harty
- Hillsboro HS,
IL / American School, IL) of NC - newly returned from serving an eighteen-month mission for The
Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saintsin Seattle, Washington) had
come here last week as we had wanted, she could have stayed with Diana
and the children, and I would most definitely have gone to the
Marathon.

GASP!!!
Thank you, Dale!
We're
eternally grateful that you were preserved through this monstrous
tragedy! Sometimes
there's a far wiser purpose than we realize when things don't seem to go
as we had planned!

STOP what you are doing and take a moment. Hug those around you, your
Friends, your Family and your Pets...let them know how you feel about
them...you never know what the day/night may bring so communicate,
appreciate and validate those in your life now while you can! Prayers to
Boston and everyone else all over the world who need them!

Don't be alarmed, the world isn't coming to an end. I am simply taking a
bath. It will take about thirty minutes and will involve soap and water.
Yes, I know how to swim. Even if I didn't, forcing myself to drown in a
half-inch of lukewarm water is more work than I've got energy for (which
reminds me, I'm all for science projects, but the next time you want to
see if Play-Doh floats, use cold water).

Don't panic if I'm not out right on time. I've heard that people don't
dissolve in water and I'd like to test the theory. While I'm in the tub,
I'd like you to remember a few things. The large slab of wood between us
is called a door. Do not bang to hear my voice. I promise that even
though you can't see me, I *am* on the other side. I'm not digging an
escape tunnel and running for the border, no matter what I said a while
ago. I didn't mean it. Honest. There will be plenty of time later to
tell me about your day.

"Later" means at a time when I am no longer naked, wet, and
contemplating bubble gum in the blow dryer. I know you have important
things to tell me. Please let one of them be that you have invented a
new way to blow bubbles, not a new way to add gum to your hair.

Believe it or not, shouting, "TELEPHONE!" through the closed bathroom
door will *not* make the phone stop ringing. Answer it and take a
message. Since Amazing Mind-Reading Mom has the day off, you'll need to
write that message down. Use paper and a pencil. Do not use your brother
and the laundry marker. We can't send him to school with telephone
number tattoos.

Water makes me wet, not deaf. I can still tell the difference between
the sound of "nothing" and the sound of a child playing the piano with a
basketball. I can also hear you tattling at the top of your lungs. I'm
*choosing* NOT to answer you. Don't call your dad at work and tell him I
am unconscious in the bathroom. He didn't appreciate it last time. He
won't appreciate it more this time. Trust me.

No matter how much I would like it, water does not make me forgetful. I
remember who you are and why you are grounded. No, you can't go to
Shelby's house to play. No, you can't go to Shelby's house to use the
bathroom. If someone is in our other bathroom, you will just have to
think dry thoughts and wait. Unless you have four feet and a tail, do
not think of going outside to "water" the lawn. I know the dog does it.
The neighbors don't feel the need to call me when the dog does it.

Unless the house catches on fire, stay inside and keep the doors locked.
Do not go outside and throw rocks at the bathroom window to get my
attention. I know it works in the movies. This is reality, the place
where people don't like to sit in a tub while rocks and broken glass
rain in on them. Do not set the house on fire.

One other thing: Being forced to use the last roll of toilet paper for a
towel does not make me happy. It makes me sticky with little white polka
dots. In the future, when the tub overflows, use a mop to clean up the
water instead of every towel in the house. For my sanity's sake, let's
pretend it was the tub, Okay? No, I don't want to hear the real story.
Ever. Especially not while I'm standing in the pool of water you missed.

By the way, all Play-Doh experiments are hereby canceled.

Be good. Entertain yourselves. Yes, you can do both at the same time.
Try coloring, playing a game, or paying that stack of bills on the
coffee table. I'll be out soon. Maybe.

The local bar was so sure that its bartender was the strongest man
around that they offered a standing $1000 bet. The bartender would
squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran into a glass, and hand the lemon
to a patron. Anyone who could squeeze one more drop of juice out would
win the money. Many people had tried over time (weightlifters,
longshoremen, etc.) but nobody could do it.

One day a scrawny little man came in, wearing thick glasses and a
polyester suit, and said in a tiny, squeaky voice, "I'd like to try the
bet."

After the laughter had died down, the bartender said OK, grabbed a
lemon, and squeezed away. Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the
rind to the little man.

But the crowd's laughter turned to total silence as the man clenched his
fist around the lemon and six drops fell into the glass.

As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1000, and asked the little
man, "What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a weightlifter,
or what?"

On the way back from the most beautiful city on earth (Jerusalem) I was
looking out the airplane window. In front of me was the little
entertainment screen. One of the options in that screen was the GPS,
which told you everything you need to know about that flight. The
duration of the flight, distance traveled, local times in different
cities etc. was what was on display.

One thing that caught my attention was that the speed of the aircraft
was also showing. We were moving at 400+ miles per hour! That is fast.

Outside my view was the majestic Grand Canyon. As we were flying above
it, I was thinking that whatever happened to form the Grand Canyon
happened on a huge, epic scale. It was miles and miles of canyons and
valleys and enormous crevices even from my bird's-eye view.

I was aware of how fast we were moving. The only thing is that from my
perspective, that Grand Canyon, because of how big it was, seemed to be
crawling by very slowly. At this moment, I realized something
significant. There are things in life that happen to us that are so
gigantic and so significant (good or bad) that at the moment it's
happening, we don't really grasp the enormity of those situations.

Because at the same time these Grand Canyon events are happening to us,
they are happening so fast. As we go through it, it seems like it's
taking forever to just get through it, but in reality what's really
taking place is that you're moving 400 miles per hour and because those
situations are so massive, it feels like you're just seeing it crawl by.

Whatever you're going through... however massive it is... Pause for a
minute. Really. Stop now and think clearly about your situation. Take
what I'm about to say and think on it.

I want you to know that you aren't always going to be looking out and
seeing this situation in your life. However slow it feels, it's only
because you're in the process of surviving it!

I also want you to know that you are going to make it through and you're
not just going to make it through, you are going to make it through
good.

I smiled when I saw the first flower of Spring the other day. A lone
Blue Bonnet had popped its head through the ground and was looking
around on a cool, April morning. I wasn’t sure what had made it finally
decide to end its long, Winter’s sleep. Perhaps it had noticed that the
ground around it was no longer frozen. Perhaps it had felt the warmth of
the sunshine finally pushing the temperatures into the seventies.
Perhaps it had heard the songs of the birds singing that Spring had
arrived and it was time for the world to awaken again. Perhaps the roots
of the trees had whispered to it that it was now safe to come out and
that their own limbs were already budding.

Whatever the reason it was a joy to see the little guy soaking up the
light and calling out to its fellow flowers to join in the celebration
of life once again. I know that soon it will be joined by other Blue
Bonnets, Buttercups, Tulips, Daffodils, and Dandelions. I know that soon
the air will be full of Butterflies dancing above them all. I know that
soon the meadows will be full of growing grass and the forested hills
will be awash in bright, green leaves. I know that soon the mountains of
my home will once again be alive with the glory of God’s creation.

We too are a part of that creation, but unlike the flowers in the field,
we have the ability to bloom even when the world around us is cold,
dark, and harsh. We have the ability to share our beauty in the face of
ugliness, our joy in the face of fear, and our love in the face of hate.
We have the ability to make every day feel like the first day of Spring.

May you bloom well then today and always. May you shine your light. May
you share your love. May you be truly alive in the glory of God’s
creation. And may you forever make your Heavenly Father smile.

http://www.crochetme.com/media/p/94815.aspx -
Heather Phillips'Grandma’s Easy Ten-Step Baby
Booties - "I named this pattern after my grandmother because, back when
my grandmother was teaching me to crochet, this was the first pattern she taught
me (and if a fumble-fingered 11 year old can learn to make this pattern, anyone
can!). Someone taught it to her when she was first learning how to crochet. But
in spite of how long it has been around, nobody wrote it down until now. I
wanted to share the pattern, but do it in a way that recognizes that I am just
the most recent link in a long chain of women who have been making and sharing
this pattern."

http://www.squidoo.com/easy-baby-crochet-hat-patterns -
Baby Hat Patterns Ideal for Beginners - "Even I (a
beginner at crochet) had no trouble whipping this gorgeous homemade baby crochet
hat up in less than 2 hours! I love the fact that these kids free baby crochet
hat patterns are so quick and easy to make, they can be made in less than the
time it takes to watch a good movie..."

A man walked into a
doctor's office and the receptionist asked him what he had.

He replied, "I got
shingles."

She said, "Fill out this form and supply your name, address, medical
insurance number. When you're done, please take a seat."

Fifteen minutes later a nurse's aide came out and asked him what he had.

He said, "I got
shingles."

So she took down his height, weight, and complete medical history, then
said, "Change into this gown and wait in the examining room."

A half hour later a nurse came in and asked him what he had.

He said, "I got
shingles."

So she gave him a blood test, a blood pressure test, an
electrocardiogram, and told him to wait for the doctor.

An hour later the doctor came in and asked him what he had.

He said, "Shingles."

The doctor gave him a full-cavity examination, and then said, "I just
checked you out thoroughly, and I can't find shingles anywhere."

The man replied,
"They're outside in the truck. Where do you want them?"

DATES TO
REMEMBER:

1. Thursday, May 2, 2013 -
The NNHS Class of 1955 holds Lunch Bunch gatherings on the
first Thursday of every month at Steve & John's Steak House
on Jefferson Avenue just above Denbigh Boulevard in Newport
News at 11:00 AM. The luncheon is not limited to just the
Class of '55; if you have friends in that year, go visit
with them.

2.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013 - The NNHS Class of June 1942 meets
at noon on the second Wednesday of every other month for a
Dutch treat lunch at the James River Country Club, 1500
Country Club Road. PLEASE JOIN THEM. Give or take a few
years makes no difference. Good conversation, food and
atmosphere. For details, call Jennings Bryan at 803-7701 for
reservations.